Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.